Her Surfer
Her dress was thin
But she felt no chill
The seagulls carried on
With their trills
The sand was gray
With a shine or two
Covered with
Some morning dew
The sun it rose
Slow and steady
But for this day
She was not ready
Tears somehow
Etched into her face
Today there was no
Good time or place
She walked the shore
And stared at the waves
The same ones
That took him away
She held a bottle
With her note
The one her heart
Surely wrote
She sent it off
Into the sea
So maybe
He would somehow read
Her love for her surfer
Would never dent
Especially on
The anniversary of his death
But she felt no chill
The seagulls carried on
With their trills
The sand was gray
With a shine or two
Covered with
Some morning dew
The sun it rose
Slow and steady
But for this day
She was not ready
Tears somehow
Etched into her face
Today there was no
Good time or place
She walked the shore
And stared at the waves
The same ones
That took him away
She held a bottle
With her note
The one her heart
Surely wrote
She sent it off
Into the sea
So maybe
He would somehow read
Her love for her surfer
Would never dent
Especially on
The anniversary of his death